Fifteen minutes later a police cruiser pulls up, finding a two-car accident. Upon further inspection, the officer discovers that four of the passengers in the compact car have bled to death from severe injuries, and you are laying on the ground, face mangled beyond all recognition, with another man laying next to you, a shard of glass plunged into his heart in an apparent suicide. Two days later a funeral is held for the family, while your unclaimed corpse is thrown into a mass unmarked grave south of your hometown. Your parents had long since passed away, and your working had prevented you from gaining any friends that may have noticed your disappearance. Dimitri and your other co-workers were too busy to check up on the memo that stated that your body might have been found because, after all, they have a job to do. 

	And so you rot.